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𝟏𝟕 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘

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𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 spend the first week of July outside, enjoying the plentiful Sun and maybe even going for a refreshing swim in a friend's pool.

And today, he was doing . . . something like that. That is, if you could compare that to fishing leaves out of the pool and dusting tables. But hey, he was still outside and bathing in that warm sunlight, so . . . no difference, right?

He was kidding himself. This job was about ten times worse than he had expected, and his standards had been low. His first day on the job, and he already hated it.

There were only a couple of bright sides to this job: one was that he got to work with Milagro—though, at the moment, he wasn't exactly considering this a positive. He loved his sister, he truly did, but the fact that she was just passing her jobs off to him and gossiping with the other workers was making it really hard to maintain that love.

The second good thing was the view—it was incredible, at all hours. Ahead of him was a crystal blue river that went for miles, and he could just see the shadow of mountains hiding beneath the clouds. And even just looking at the house was nice—the large windows gave him a sneak peek of crystal chandeliers and furniture that was probably double the cost of his house.

The last thing was the fact that Reina's café wasn't too far away, so he would be able to visit her all the time. He was planning on going there during his lunch break—the break was a generous forty-five minutes, and it only took about five to walk there. At least he'd have something to look forward to every morning. And he desperately needed something to look forward to; vacuuming rugs and squeegeeing windows wasn't exactly his dream job.

He glanced at his watch. It was eleven-forty-five, so he had just had to bear through fifteen more minutes. Shouldn't be too hard, right?

"Jaime," called Milagro, holding out a watering can. "The plants need to be watered."

"Dios mío," Jaime groaned as he walked over to her. "Can't you do it?"

"I could." She shrugged. "But if you wanna earn good boy points, you should."

He glared at her, though he still did take the watering can from her. Of course, she hadn't even been considerate enough to fill it.

He went over to the hose, sticking the end into the can before slowly twisting the spigot open. He waited as the water flowed into the metal can, and once he could see the water sloshing around at the top, he turned the stream off.

Walking around the patio, he poured water into the dirt of each plant. How long was he going to keep up a job like this? If any of his old classmates saw him now, they would definitely point and laugh.

He had to refill the watering can a few times before he was finished. He walked back to Milagro, who gave him a toothy grin.

"Good job, bro."

Jaime rolled his eyes and held out the can towards her. "The least you can do is put it back."

She grabbed it from him. "Fine."

He checked his watch. Five more minutes.

Putting his hands on his hips, he shifted his gaze over the backyard to see if there were any worthy five-minute jobs. The pool was perfectly clean (though he had a feeling he'd come back to a few more leaves floating around), the hedges surrounding the pool decking were already being trimmed by another worker, he had cleaned all the glass walls an hour ago, and he had scraped half of the gum off from most of the tables. Sure, he could go back to scraping, but that was disgusting, so he'd prefer literally anything else.